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BenthicDreamer
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Oct 25, 2017
I only play via PMs.
Things that I'm looking to include...
-SMART DOMS
-Seduction
-NonCon/Blackmail/Coercion
-Virginity
-Recording/Performing
-Humiliation
-Forced Lesbian
-Forced Pleasure (I love the idea of MC's body completely betraying her and feeling amazing while her mind rebels)
-Forced Feminization (if one of MC's is a boy, obviously)
-Bestiality
-Incest (ESPECIALLY lesbian)
-Gangbangs
-Interracial (Women of Color are gorgeous and I adore contrast)
-Corruption of Innocence
-Impregnation/Threat of Pregnancy
-MC being forced to participate in her own defilement.
-Forced Sexual Relations with Rivals, Enemies, or People MC doesn't like or finds offensive. --her ex-boyfriend, her bully, her longtime hated rival who's always competing with her over everything and anything.
-Forced Sexual Relations with Friends--maybe she's forced to seduce her best friend, who doesn't realize that it's being forced. Maybe someone she always thought was a good friend finds out about her situation and instead of helping her, betrays her and takes advantage.
-Body Modification. --tattoos, piercings. Depending on your comfort level, perhaps breast enhancement. Changing MC's body in a permanent and tangible way, and declaring ownership of it is a big turn on.
Things I am NOT looking to include...
-Gore
-Brutality (Cruelty is fine, great even, but I want to play against a SMART dom, not one who MC's obey because she has someone punch them in the face otherwise)
-Bathroom Play/Bodily Waste
Soft No…
-Ruined orgasm/pleasure
-Chastity
-Futanari--VERY SITUATIONAL (I like my games grounded in reality and while I'm find with non-binary characters, Futa biology and the pure arbitrariness of their existence is just off-putting. If they're to be included, there needs to be a reason.)
Random Smutty Ideas/Prompts
1
A powerful CEO picks up a teenage runaway from the streets and has her absolutely wicked way with her overnight for money, food, and shelter. The next day, the girl shows up at her office...either she's the new intern or her daughter or some other surprise! Where do they go from there?
2
A teenage girl's single mom's best friend/business associate/boss seduces her while Mom is out. Turns out, the mom is really her sex slave and has secretly been making exceptionally kinky porn and whoring for her this whole time to make a living. Now it's baby girl's turn...
3
A struggling single mom wakes up in bed with a stunningly beautiful woman and no idea how she got there. The woman has all kinds of blackmail material from the previous night to ruin her career if she doesn't capitulate.
4
A straight teenage girl is blackmailed by her rival, who has damning evidence that could send her mom to jail. She must agree to date another girl, the scary, dominant lesbian that everyone is terrified of, until the end of the year and do all the kinky things she wants. Is the dom in on it or does she think she's found the perfect pet? Will the blackmailer be satisfied, keep her word, or push the envelope?
5
A teenage girl is adopted by a wealthy single woman/lesbian couple/hetero couple that own a place in the country. It seems like a dream come true! They're teaching her yoga and she has a huge service dog...only they have nefarious plans for her!
6
A teenage girl in a bikini washes up on a tropical shore after her cruise ship/yacht has an accident. She is traumatized and completely at the mercy of the owner(s) of the private beach/island/estate.. (alt, sisters, mother & daughter/daughters)
7
An awkward teenage girls super cool and popular big sister is having a sleepover with her besties while their parents are away! She thought she'd just be holed up in her room all night but the older girls pull her out, make her feel included, and get her to drink some beer…soon her clothes are coming off, pictures are being taken, and they're convincing and coercing her into kinkier and more depraved activities…
8
A single mom and her daughter(s) move into a house haunted by a lovely, and lewd, poltergeist with perverse designs on the family! From manipulating their dreams to controlling local wildlife to altering reality within the house itself, the more they succumb to her depraved urgings the greater her power grows!
Open to monsters, tentacles, hypnotism, corruption...
9
A
A transgender teenager from a destitute family/living on her own gets a job at an upscale, exclusive all-female country club, lying about her age on her application. One or more of the wealthy and elite club members learn her secrets...
B
Same, but the character is a teenage cisgender boy or girl instead of a teenage transwoman.
10: Living with Mom Now
MC never really knew her mother except as a concept. She and Dad split up when YC was very little and YC only really saw her for birthdays, Christmas, and special occasions. Then MC's dad died and custody has fallen to YC, the Mom. So MC up and moves...only Mom's not quite what she was expecting. She's a professional Dominatrix. Maybe runs an underground porn ring or exceptionally taboo escort service...time for baby girl to join the family business.
11: Mom's New GF
MC's pretty sure it was a mistake for her mom to start dating her new boss, and not just because she's never been in a lesbian relationship before. Mom's been acting kind of strange, but she's also never been happier. Before MC knows it, Mom's moving in with her boss into her nice big house and MC is too--where both of you are now completely at her mercy. If my character doesn't do what she's told, her Mom's heart will be broken, her job lost, and the both of us will be out on the street.
12: Mom's Dom
YC's mother met MC in college, quickly fell head over heals, and became her blissful, full-time, sub, doing anything and everything MC demanded of her. Including getting pregnant so that they could have a child together. That was something of a wake up call, because YC's mother ran away before YC, her daughter, could be born. Raising a child on her own hasn't been easy, but she's done the best she could. Only now, MC has found them and she wants you...
13
A teenage daughter is catfishing her Mom, who she's secretly in love with, pretending to be a dominating boyfriend(girlfriend?) online and who coerces/seduces/dominates her Mom into doing things to/with her for her non-existent internet lover. (Potential plot-twist: the submissive mother knows its really her daughter). For short term, we pick up near the boiling point, where the daughter's been pushing things for a while and they're finally coming to a head.
14: A secret reunion.
Our characters hook up without knowing their related. Mother/daughter or sisters separated because the mother was way too young and the daughter(s) were adopted. One goes looking for the other and they accidentally hook up before finding out they're related. (Potential twist: one of our characters is transgender, which is what leads to the initial mix up)
15: THE CULT
MC escaped a cult where she was a child bride. She gave birth to her daughter as a young teenager and very nearly lost her. She married a wealthy man, becoming his trophy wife and a stepmother to his own daughter, and he protected her from the reach of the cult. Now that he's deceased, however, the powerful and influential cult wants her back and has their eyes set on her daughters and the fortune her husband has left behind...
There are so many ways to do this one... Modern psychological thriller type? More along the lines of Lovecraftian horror?
16: COMPLICATIONS OF INHERITANCE
Now that MC's husband has passed away, there's the matter of settling his estate. There's just the tiny matter of the legal team he's left to handle it being unscrupulous monsters willing to use it, and perhaps leverage from the mother character's past, to control the family. Mom's may go to jail. Deceased father's reputation may be destroyed. The family may be evicted from their home without a penny to their name....
Random Starters I'd LOVE to explore!
Visual Incestuous Sapphic Inspiration
Seeking a GM for...
Really Craving a GM who can bring their own ideas for the world, system, and plots to the table. I've been doing that myself and it's a ton of fun, but I'd really like to enjoy taking on a more traditional "player" roll. That said, I can't quite stop myself from coming up with things! Here are a few ideas to spark some creativity...
A
Perhaps something based on Sword Art Online or World of Warcraft? Trapped in a hyper-realistic videogame-come-virtual reality with some seriously psychotic and perverse monsters, villains, and even other players... (NOT into fandom, but happy to take inspiration from the setting/system)
B
Maybe a survivor type scenarios mixed with a dungeon crawl? MC washes ashore a tropical island naked and holding a sword, with no memory of who she is or why she's so good at killing...the island could have all kinds of fun challenges, both survival and adventure base, perhaps an old temple dedicated to a forgotten dark deity of perversion, other monsters, pirates. Maybe a few "normal" settlements trying to eke out a living.
C
Maybe we use an existing D&D setting? I've always thought it would be fun to do something in Eberron.
D
LitRPG/DnD/Isekai...an alternative in a world/setting/system that you're more comfortable playing in, where MC or MCs end up in another magical world, maybe with gaming elements...
E: A FAMILY OF ADVENTURERS
Basically a classic DnD adventuring group...except that it's all a family. A complicated, blended family. Perhaps lead by a pair of married women or set of sisters? They run afoul of a thieves guild, or big bad monster at the end of a dungeon, or some powerful sentient artefact that sends them on a quest and perhaps puts them under a gaes. Lots of opportunity for monster sex and magical mind control. Perhaps the family is tricked by some strong character and they all end up with magical chokers that enforce some kind of "Suggestion" spell and the only way to get them off is to complete a quest with said character through some seriously debauched dungeon?
Modern Day Mind Control
MC suddenly gains a mind control type power that she has to learn how to use. Comedy, taboo relationships, and much sex ensues.
Things that I'm looking to include...
-SMART DOMS
-Seduction
-NonCon/Blackmail/Coercion
-Virginity
-Recording/Performing
-Humiliation
-Forced Lesbian
-Forced Pleasure (I love the idea of MC's body completely betraying her and feeling amazing while her mind rebels)
-Forced Feminization (if one of MC's is a boy, obviously)
-Bestiality
-Incest (ESPECIALLY lesbian)
-Gangbangs
-Interracial (Women of Color are gorgeous and I adore contrast)
-Corruption of Innocence
-Impregnation/Threat of Pregnancy
-MC being forced to participate in her own defilement.
-Forced Sexual Relations with Rivals, Enemies, or People MC doesn't like or finds offensive. --her ex-boyfriend, her bully, her longtime hated rival who's always competing with her over everything and anything.
-Forced Sexual Relations with Friends--maybe she's forced to seduce her best friend, who doesn't realize that it's being forced. Maybe someone she always thought was a good friend finds out about her situation and instead of helping her, betrays her and takes advantage.
-Body Modification. --tattoos, piercings. Depending on your comfort level, perhaps breast enhancement. Changing MC's body in a permanent and tangible way, and declaring ownership of it is a big turn on.
Things I am NOT looking to include...
-Gore
-Brutality (Cruelty is fine, great even, but I want to play against a SMART dom, not one who MC's obey because she has someone punch them in the face otherwise)
-Bathroom Play/Bodily Waste
Soft No…
-Ruined orgasm/pleasure
-Chastity
-Futanari--VERY SITUATIONAL (I like my games grounded in reality and while I'm find with non-binary characters, Futa biology and the pure arbitrariness of their existence is just off-putting. If they're to be included, there needs to be a reason.)
Random Smutty Ideas/Prompts
1
A powerful CEO picks up a teenage runaway from the streets and has her absolutely wicked way with her overnight for money, food, and shelter. The next day, the girl shows up at her office...either she's the new intern or her daughter or some other surprise! Where do they go from there?
2
A teenage girl's single mom's best friend/business associate/boss seduces her while Mom is out. Turns out, the mom is really her sex slave and has secretly been making exceptionally kinky porn and whoring for her this whole time to make a living. Now it's baby girl's turn...
3
A struggling single mom wakes up in bed with a stunningly beautiful woman and no idea how she got there. The woman has all kinds of blackmail material from the previous night to ruin her career if she doesn't capitulate.
4
A straight teenage girl is blackmailed by her rival, who has damning evidence that could send her mom to jail. She must agree to date another girl, the scary, dominant lesbian that everyone is terrified of, until the end of the year and do all the kinky things she wants. Is the dom in on it or does she think she's found the perfect pet? Will the blackmailer be satisfied, keep her word, or push the envelope?
5
A teenage girl is adopted by a wealthy single woman/lesbian couple/hetero couple that own a place in the country. It seems like a dream come true! They're teaching her yoga and she has a huge service dog...only they have nefarious plans for her!
6
A teenage girl in a bikini washes up on a tropical shore after her cruise ship/yacht has an accident. She is traumatized and completely at the mercy of the owner(s) of the private beach/island/estate.. (alt, sisters, mother & daughter/daughters)
7
An awkward teenage girls super cool and popular big sister is having a sleepover with her besties while their parents are away! She thought she'd just be holed up in her room all night but the older girls pull her out, make her feel included, and get her to drink some beer…soon her clothes are coming off, pictures are being taken, and they're convincing and coercing her into kinkier and more depraved activities…
8
A single mom and her daughter(s) move into a house haunted by a lovely, and lewd, poltergeist with perverse designs on the family! From manipulating their dreams to controlling local wildlife to altering reality within the house itself, the more they succumb to her depraved urgings the greater her power grows!
Open to monsters, tentacles, hypnotism, corruption...
9
A
A transgender teenager from a destitute family/living on her own gets a job at an upscale, exclusive all-female country club, lying about her age on her application. One or more of the wealthy and elite club members learn her secrets...
B
Same, but the character is a teenage cisgender boy or girl instead of a teenage transwoman.
10: Living with Mom Now
MC never really knew her mother except as a concept. She and Dad split up when YC was very little and YC only really saw her for birthdays, Christmas, and special occasions. Then MC's dad died and custody has fallen to YC, the Mom. So MC up and moves...only Mom's not quite what she was expecting. She's a professional Dominatrix. Maybe runs an underground porn ring or exceptionally taboo escort service...time for baby girl to join the family business.
11: Mom's New GF
MC's pretty sure it was a mistake for her mom to start dating her new boss, and not just because she's never been in a lesbian relationship before. Mom's been acting kind of strange, but she's also never been happier. Before MC knows it, Mom's moving in with her boss into her nice big house and MC is too--where both of you are now completely at her mercy. If my character doesn't do what she's told, her Mom's heart will be broken, her job lost, and the both of us will be out on the street.
12: Mom's Dom
YC's mother met MC in college, quickly fell head over heals, and became her blissful, full-time, sub, doing anything and everything MC demanded of her. Including getting pregnant so that they could have a child together. That was something of a wake up call, because YC's mother ran away before YC, her daughter, could be born. Raising a child on her own hasn't been easy, but she's done the best she could. Only now, MC has found them and she wants you...
13
A teenage daughter is catfishing her Mom, who she's secretly in love with, pretending to be a dominating boyfriend(girlfriend?) online and who coerces/seduces/dominates her Mom into doing things to/with her for her non-existent internet lover. (Potential plot-twist: the submissive mother knows its really her daughter). For short term, we pick up near the boiling point, where the daughter's been pushing things for a while and they're finally coming to a head.
14: A secret reunion.
Our characters hook up without knowing their related. Mother/daughter or sisters separated because the mother was way too young and the daughter(s) were adopted. One goes looking for the other and they accidentally hook up before finding out they're related. (Potential twist: one of our characters is transgender, which is what leads to the initial mix up)
15: THE CULT
MC escaped a cult where she was a child bride. She gave birth to her daughter as a young teenager and very nearly lost her. She married a wealthy man, becoming his trophy wife and a stepmother to his own daughter, and he protected her from the reach of the cult. Now that he's deceased, however, the powerful and influential cult wants her back and has their eyes set on her daughters and the fortune her husband has left behind...
There are so many ways to do this one... Modern psychological thriller type? More along the lines of Lovecraftian horror?
16: COMPLICATIONS OF INHERITANCE
Now that MC's husband has passed away, there's the matter of settling his estate. There's just the tiny matter of the legal team he's left to handle it being unscrupulous monsters willing to use it, and perhaps leverage from the mother character's past, to control the family. Mom's may go to jail. Deceased father's reputation may be destroyed. The family may be evicted from their home without a penny to their name....
Random Starters I'd LOVE to explore!
- A pair of African American siblings struggling for money find themselves caught up in an unusual, incestuous poly-romance with an obscenely wealthy white family headed by a widowed/divorced/never married trophy wife/self-made single mother.
Jerome Wilkerson admired the charming mansions with critical appreciation as he drove his decidedly un-charming pickup truck through the gated community of Whispering Pines. The houses screamed money, which wasn't surprising, but they also exuded a certain...not innocence, exactly. It was more as if the houses understood that they were big and beautiful and while well maintained, somehow chose not to make a big deal of their own beauty. Quaint, he thought. That was the word. Though not one he ever would have thought he'd attribute to multimillion-dollar three-story houses. As a contractor, he had an appreciation for these things and a habit of assigning houses and buildings personalities. One day, he decided as he rounded one of the winding streets designed to show off the lake and fountain at the heart of the neighborhood, he would move Mama into one of these houses.
She'd make a fuss because the neighborhood was so Caucasian that even the gates were white, but she'd be so much more comfortable than her old house, where the three of them all lived. The thought of his family made Jerome glance over at his twin sister, Jewel, who rode beside him in the cab of his truck, looking beyond bored and more than a little petulant. They'd argued when she'd called him at 3:00 in the morning to bail her out of jail. Again. The argument had devolved into a full-on screaming match that had ended when he accidentally woke up Mama. Jerome felt worse about that than shouting at Jewel. He just didn't understand his twin sister or how she could do waste so much of herself.
For her part, Jewel sat sullenly in her seat, cheek resting on her fist, elbow propped against the door, appreciating absolutely nothing about the morning. Her head throbbed with an oncoming hangover, her eyes chafed against her eyelids from lack of sleep, and her sex managed the amazing feat of doing both throbbing and chaffing, courtesy of the wild time she'd been having last night. What were those guys names again? She could have sworn they were brothers, which had been kind of hot. More enthusiasm than skill between them, which could have gone either way, but...well, it wasn't the pleasant soreness she usually enjoyed the morning after. It should have been a great night! How was she supposed to know that one of the dumb fucks had jacked a car?
She glanced over at Jerome admiring the houses and did her best not to make the look a sullen one. Jewel's feelings for Jerome were complicated and, she admitted to herself, probably a little unhealthy. Who was she kidding? Her feelings for her brother were completely unhealthy. She was completely in love with him. Love and lust. One of her most secret, and prized, possessions was a dildo molded after his own organ that had taken enough scheming and planning to make a Rube Goldberg machine look simple. She also fucking hated him for making her feel like a goddamned child.
Jerome has dropped out of school at fifteen, worked multiple jobs, and built not one, but two thriving businesses in the five years since. Not that you would know they were thriving from the way they lived, which Jewel knew was as much because of herself as their mother's absurd medical bills. Jerome never held her college tuition against her, not the fact that she had absolutely no clue what she wanted to do with her life. She didn't have his drive or passion. Her brother was a freaking machine. Which was probably why he was still a virgin. Her feelings on that subject were just as complicated as anything else in her chemical mixture of adoration and resentment toward him.
"You didn't have to bring me," she said, breaking the silence and disrupting Jerome's reverie.
He glanced over, at her and her short shorts and cropped top—the clothes she'd been arrested in last night. She looked…not at all like he would have preferred when meeting a wealthy client for the first time. Perhaps the wealthiest client he'd ever had. For his own part, he was dressed professionally functional with a button-up shirt and jeans that were both clean and looked nice, but could stand up to a little punishment. His sister looked like she'd been trolling parties and bars looking to get wasted and laid, which of course, was exactly what she had been doing. He'd known it would take forever to bail her out this time, and that he wouldn't have time to drop her off before his 7:00 am Saturday appointment. So she was coming with and he prayed to God that she wouldn't ruin this for them.
Jerome almost hadn't taken the job. Summer was fast approaching, technically it was already here, and he tried not to make any of his construction crew or contractors work during those months, especially not on last minute projects that would have them up with the sun on a Saturday morning. What was more, he wasn't exactly sure the nature of the job. It hadn't been the client, but they're assistant who had called him, scheduling a meeting first thing in the morning, and providing the absolute minimal detail. If Jerome hadn't recognized the address as belonging to one of the wealthier neighborhoods in town, he'd have outright said no. Instead, he got his hopes up. This was an opportunity to not just generate income from a one time job, but to grow a whole new client base. If the houses out here were anything to go by, there was a lot of money to be made from the residents and their connections.
"I could have opened Narwhal's" Jewel pushed.
Narwhal's was his shaved ice business. Quality, family friendly decks built by himself around little stands. It was bare-bones turned into quality and he'd expanded to three stands around town, each complete with a cute colorful Narwhal logo. The low startup, high markup, and hungry demand had the stands flourishing, bringing in far more money in summer than his contractor business. What was more, operating one of the stands was more or less idiot-proof. Unless you brought in your latest boyfriend for a quickie, got plastered with the drink he snuck in, then woke up to find the cash register empty.
"One time!" She snapped, crossing her arms and glaring at him when he pointedly didn't respond. "One time."
He took a deep breath. "Jewel, please try to behave for this meeting. I don't think that you get just what an opportunity we have here."
She gave him a flat look. "We're never living in a house like these, Jerome."
He shrugged. "Maybe not. Not the point."
He didn't point out that the only reason that the couldn't afford a house at least moderately close to one of these price range was because her tuition, random antics, and Mama's medical bills, combined with the other every day hazards of life, kept him from being able to invest their income properly. Without legal and medical bills…they'd be doing more than fine. But they both understood that. Or at least, he did. Jerome hoped, more than thought, that Jewel might understand.
"We still have an opportunity and I need to make a good impression. Please, Jewel."
Jewel shrugged and looked away. "Fine."
He pulled up the address and they both got out.
"Damn," Jewel said, looking at the house. "Someone's got the green."
It was probably the wealthiest looking house Jerome had seen in the neighborhood. It was also probably the loneliest. There was just something about it that, to him, screamed of unfulfillment. Or maybe he was just projecting. The mansion itself was beyond elegant and tasteful and trying to match any sort of extension to it would challenge him, which was its own kind of exciting.
He rang the doorbell, and waited for a Mr. or Mrs. Thompson to answer the door, not quite sure what to expect from whoever lived in a house like this…
She'd make a fuss because the neighborhood was so Caucasian that even the gates were white, but she'd be so much more comfortable than her old house, where the three of them all lived. The thought of his family made Jerome glance over at his twin sister, Jewel, who rode beside him in the cab of his truck, looking beyond bored and more than a little petulant. They'd argued when she'd called him at 3:00 in the morning to bail her out of jail. Again. The argument had devolved into a full-on screaming match that had ended when he accidentally woke up Mama. Jerome felt worse about that than shouting at Jewel. He just didn't understand his twin sister or how she could do waste so much of herself.
For her part, Jewel sat sullenly in her seat, cheek resting on her fist, elbow propped against the door, appreciating absolutely nothing about the morning. Her head throbbed with an oncoming hangover, her eyes chafed against her eyelids from lack of sleep, and her sex managed the amazing feat of doing both throbbing and chaffing, courtesy of the wild time she'd been having last night. What were those guys names again? She could have sworn they were brothers, which had been kind of hot. More enthusiasm than skill between them, which could have gone either way, but...well, it wasn't the pleasant soreness she usually enjoyed the morning after. It should have been a great night! How was she supposed to know that one of the dumb fucks had jacked a car?
She glanced over at Jerome admiring the houses and did her best not to make the look a sullen one. Jewel's feelings for Jerome were complicated and, she admitted to herself, probably a little unhealthy. Who was she kidding? Her feelings for her brother were completely unhealthy. She was completely in love with him. Love and lust. One of her most secret, and prized, possessions was a dildo molded after his own organ that had taken enough scheming and planning to make a Rube Goldberg machine look simple. She also fucking hated him for making her feel like a goddamned child.
Jerome has dropped out of school at fifteen, worked multiple jobs, and built not one, but two thriving businesses in the five years since. Not that you would know they were thriving from the way they lived, which Jewel knew was as much because of herself as their mother's absurd medical bills. Jerome never held her college tuition against her, not the fact that she had absolutely no clue what she wanted to do with her life. She didn't have his drive or passion. Her brother was a freaking machine. Which was probably why he was still a virgin. Her feelings on that subject were just as complicated as anything else in her chemical mixture of adoration and resentment toward him.
"You didn't have to bring me," she said, breaking the silence and disrupting Jerome's reverie.
He glanced over, at her and her short shorts and cropped top—the clothes she'd been arrested in last night. She looked…not at all like he would have preferred when meeting a wealthy client for the first time. Perhaps the wealthiest client he'd ever had. For his own part, he was dressed professionally functional with a button-up shirt and jeans that were both clean and looked nice, but could stand up to a little punishment. His sister looked like she'd been trolling parties and bars looking to get wasted and laid, which of course, was exactly what she had been doing. He'd known it would take forever to bail her out this time, and that he wouldn't have time to drop her off before his 7:00 am Saturday appointment. So she was coming with and he prayed to God that she wouldn't ruin this for them.
Jerome almost hadn't taken the job. Summer was fast approaching, technically it was already here, and he tried not to make any of his construction crew or contractors work during those months, especially not on last minute projects that would have them up with the sun on a Saturday morning. What was more, he wasn't exactly sure the nature of the job. It hadn't been the client, but they're assistant who had called him, scheduling a meeting first thing in the morning, and providing the absolute minimal detail. If Jerome hadn't recognized the address as belonging to one of the wealthier neighborhoods in town, he'd have outright said no. Instead, he got his hopes up. This was an opportunity to not just generate income from a one time job, but to grow a whole new client base. If the houses out here were anything to go by, there was a lot of money to be made from the residents and their connections.
"I could have opened Narwhal's" Jewel pushed.
Narwhal's was his shaved ice business. Quality, family friendly decks built by himself around little stands. It was bare-bones turned into quality and he'd expanded to three stands around town, each complete with a cute colorful Narwhal logo. The low startup, high markup, and hungry demand had the stands flourishing, bringing in far more money in summer than his contractor business. What was more, operating one of the stands was more or less idiot-proof. Unless you brought in your latest boyfriend for a quickie, got plastered with the drink he snuck in, then woke up to find the cash register empty.
"One time!" She snapped, crossing her arms and glaring at him when he pointedly didn't respond. "One time."
He took a deep breath. "Jewel, please try to behave for this meeting. I don't think that you get just what an opportunity we have here."
She gave him a flat look. "We're never living in a house like these, Jerome."
He shrugged. "Maybe not. Not the point."
He didn't point out that the only reason that the couldn't afford a house at least moderately close to one of these price range was because her tuition, random antics, and Mama's medical bills, combined with the other every day hazards of life, kept him from being able to invest their income properly. Without legal and medical bills…they'd be doing more than fine. But they both understood that. Or at least, he did. Jerome hoped, more than thought, that Jewel might understand.
"We still have an opportunity and I need to make a good impression. Please, Jewel."
Jewel shrugged and looked away. "Fine."
He pulled up the address and they both got out.
"Damn," Jewel said, looking at the house. "Someone's got the green."
It was probably the wealthiest looking house Jerome had seen in the neighborhood. It was also probably the loneliest. There was just something about it that, to him, screamed of unfulfillment. Or maybe he was just projecting. The mansion itself was beyond elegant and tasteful and trying to match any sort of extension to it would challenge him, which was its own kind of exciting.
He rang the doorbell, and waited for a Mr. or Mrs. Thompson to answer the door, not quite sure what to expect from whoever lived in a house like this…
- A runaway, street-smart transgender teen sets her eyes on a wealthy older woman (heiress, CEO, lawyer...), thinking that she can seduce/dominate/blackmail her way into being taken care of. But did her blackmail really work or is her control an illusion?
Anna shot her coworker the bird as he disappeared out the back door of Darkest Roast. "Don't hate just because my dick's bigger than yours!" He groaned and the door closed behind him, leaving her to close up the shop.
She glanced at the pastries and sandwiches that were supposed to be thrown out. They'd become her staple meals, stolen each night she closed up, disappearing into her backpack instead of the trash. Rent and hormones weren't cheap without paperwork and her barista job barely covered those. It was the only position hiring nearby that didn't look into backgrounds or require much in paperwork or experience. As a sixteen year old runaway, Anna had plenty of experience, just not the kind prospective employers looked for, and no paperwork. Even her name was a lie, Anna Conde, a play on the word "anaconda," a nickname she'd earned on the streets, and one she was only able to get away with thanks to the Latino heritage provided by her father.
Anna had realized quickly that there were plenty of men out there who loved being dominated by girls like her. They'd pay handsomely to suck her meat while she called them horrible names. At least she got to berate the pigs. And they were pigs. All of them. Letting them touch her made her stomach churn, and not just because she wasn't attracted to men. There was just something innately pathetic about them that revolted her, even if their money put food in her belly.
She took a deep breath and finished cleaning up. If everything went according to plan, she'd never have to drop her shorts for some fatso with a Lexus in a back alley again. She had a much better target tonight, one that required that she leave her precious food behind, or risk giving herself away. One hungry night was worth the chance, she told herself, even if it was a small one.
Anna didn't know what it was the woman did exactly, only that she was good at it and made a ton of money. Also that she was stylish, gorgeous, and everything every aspiring professional woman wanted to be. She came in every day for coffee at the same time and stayed late at her office twice a week. Tonight was one of those nights. Anna couldn't have said whether she truly felt like there was some kind of chemistry between her and the wealthy white woman or if it was just herself getting her hopes up. No, she wouldn't let herself think of that. This had to work.
She closed up, hanging her apron so that her tight t-shirt and black denim shirt shorts were displayed, along with her figure, which she had to admit was coming along nicely. The only real obstacle to her passing privileges was her Adam's apple, which she concealed beneath a black choker decorated with rhinestones that matched her surprisingly adorable bedazzled Vans she'd found at a thrift store.
With an overfilled cup of coffee in each hand, she kicked the door closed behind her and stepped out the back entrance. She took another two quick breaths, listening for the sound of footsteps approaching down the main walkway along the street. The sound of the woman's heels clicking on the cement reached her ears right on time.
Anna counted to three and stepped quickly out onto the sidewalk around the cafe, crashing into her and spilling hot coffee over both of them. "Oh fuck!"
She glanced at the pastries and sandwiches that were supposed to be thrown out. They'd become her staple meals, stolen each night she closed up, disappearing into her backpack instead of the trash. Rent and hormones weren't cheap without paperwork and her barista job barely covered those. It was the only position hiring nearby that didn't look into backgrounds or require much in paperwork or experience. As a sixteen year old runaway, Anna had plenty of experience, just not the kind prospective employers looked for, and no paperwork. Even her name was a lie, Anna Conde, a play on the word "anaconda," a nickname she'd earned on the streets, and one she was only able to get away with thanks to the Latino heritage provided by her father.
Anna had realized quickly that there were plenty of men out there who loved being dominated by girls like her. They'd pay handsomely to suck her meat while she called them horrible names. At least she got to berate the pigs. And they were pigs. All of them. Letting them touch her made her stomach churn, and not just because she wasn't attracted to men. There was just something innately pathetic about them that revolted her, even if their money put food in her belly.
She took a deep breath and finished cleaning up. If everything went according to plan, she'd never have to drop her shorts for some fatso with a Lexus in a back alley again. She had a much better target tonight, one that required that she leave her precious food behind, or risk giving herself away. One hungry night was worth the chance, she told herself, even if it was a small one.
Anna didn't know what it was the woman did exactly, only that she was good at it and made a ton of money. Also that she was stylish, gorgeous, and everything every aspiring professional woman wanted to be. She came in every day for coffee at the same time and stayed late at her office twice a week. Tonight was one of those nights. Anna couldn't have said whether she truly felt like there was some kind of chemistry between her and the wealthy white woman or if it was just herself getting her hopes up. No, she wouldn't let herself think of that. This had to work.
She closed up, hanging her apron so that her tight t-shirt and black denim shirt shorts were displayed, along with her figure, which she had to admit was coming along nicely. The only real obstacle to her passing privileges was her Adam's apple, which she concealed beneath a black choker decorated with rhinestones that matched her surprisingly adorable bedazzled Vans she'd found at a thrift store.
With an overfilled cup of coffee in each hand, she kicked the door closed behind her and stepped out the back entrance. She took another two quick breaths, listening for the sound of footsteps approaching down the main walkway along the street. The sound of the woman's heels clicking on the cement reached her ears right on time.
Anna counted to three and stepped quickly out onto the sidewalk around the cafe, crashing into her and spilling hot coffee over both of them. "Oh fuck!"
- A young mother who escaped an abusive past with her three daughters thinks that she's finally made it, moving them into a nice gated community, only to learn too late that her new neighbors are less than neighborly... The original idea was that the neighborhood was all secretly controlled by one wealthy, perverse woman who has blackmail material on everyone and uses the neighborhood almost like a sex cult, but feel free to come up with your own thing here instead.
Delilah Cutter's life always seemed to change very suddenly and all at once. The first time had been when she was seven years old and her mother died. She'd been a beautiful woman of Mexican heritage that had absolutely refused to teach her daughter Spanish, something her Louisianan father had been behind. Delilah often wondered in her teenaged years what had brought the two together, because it was clear that he had no regard for people who weren't as white as he was. He also had very decided views on a woman's place. When her mother died, taking care of the entire home became her primary place.
The second change came with puberty and early curves, a gift of her mother's genetics. Her death had not been good for her father. He had begun drinking. A lot. They had no nearby neighbors to hear her scream when he told her what else a woman's place was.
The third change was really two changes. She had her daughters, Sophia and Maggie, almost back to back. They made enduring him worth it, even if they carried a part of him inside them. They also made her pay better attention, and she realized that one day, he intended to do to them what he'd done to her.
Thus came the fourth change, where she grabbed her two and three year old daughters and, barely seventeen herself, fled to the inner city. She took whatever job she could, worked her ass off, and found herself frequently taken advantage of, especially early on. She never quite lost her Deep South accent and it lent itself to people thinking they could take advantage of her. It also, along with an elegant face, golden complexion, curvy figure, and innocent demeanor, helped her realize that she was really good at selling things.
Delilah worked her ass off, guarded her children ferociously, and obtained her realtors license. They moved where it was safer and the schools were better. They were never well off, but they were suddenly able to do so much more than simply survive. Life was a struggle, but it was good. Her daughters were smart too! She knew they had college in their future, despite their financial struggles.
Sophia got into college on a mixture of good grades and a full ride cheerleading scholarship. Both of her daughters had inherited her heavy breasts and curves, but their skin was lighter and so was their hair. Sophia has realized early on that she could use these things in ways her mother never would and suddenly was was receiving a higher education for it. Maggie, on the other hand, seemed wholly oblivious to her own appeal, which was just as well for Delilah. Maggie, she was sure, would be going somewhere like MIT...if she could just talk her into pursuing more extracurricular activities to try Nd get a scholarship.
Then came the fifth change. A lawyer found them. Delilah's father, the girls grandfather—and as far as they knew that was all he ever was to them and Delilah aimed for keep it that way—had died. He wasn't a rich man, but liquidating all of his assets was a nice windfall. Nicer still was the absolutely enormous life insurance policy he had purchased. How he'd managed it, or even why, Delilah couldn't have said. But they suddenly had money.
She moved them again, this time into a gated community with huge houses called Secret Pines. It was hands down one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the city and while by contrast they were barely a monetary blip, Delilah's real estate connections enabled her to make it happen. Everyone was welcoming, her girls were happy, and the shadowy specter of fear, that her father would some day come for her, was laid to rest with him.
Everything was perfect, until the sixth change...
Delilah woke up with her head hurting, her mouth like cotton, and oddly sore. She had never pursued an intimate relationship with anyone since escaping her father, terrified of exposing the girls to any number of things or becoming pregnant again. And yet, she was naked. Completely naked, and had absolutely no idea where she was...
She groaned, brushed her dark golden locks over her shoulder, put a hand awkwardly over her DD's, and tried to take stock of her surroundings.
"What the hell happened?" she asked herself, groggily.
The second change came with puberty and early curves, a gift of her mother's genetics. Her death had not been good for her father. He had begun drinking. A lot. They had no nearby neighbors to hear her scream when he told her what else a woman's place was.
The third change was really two changes. She had her daughters, Sophia and Maggie, almost back to back. They made enduring him worth it, even if they carried a part of him inside them. They also made her pay better attention, and she realized that one day, he intended to do to them what he'd done to her.
Thus came the fourth change, where she grabbed her two and three year old daughters and, barely seventeen herself, fled to the inner city. She took whatever job she could, worked her ass off, and found herself frequently taken advantage of, especially early on. She never quite lost her Deep South accent and it lent itself to people thinking they could take advantage of her. It also, along with an elegant face, golden complexion, curvy figure, and innocent demeanor, helped her realize that she was really good at selling things.
Delilah worked her ass off, guarded her children ferociously, and obtained her realtors license. They moved where it was safer and the schools were better. They were never well off, but they were suddenly able to do so much more than simply survive. Life was a struggle, but it was good. Her daughters were smart too! She knew they had college in their future, despite their financial struggles.
Sophia got into college on a mixture of good grades and a full ride cheerleading scholarship. Both of her daughters had inherited her heavy breasts and curves, but their skin was lighter and so was their hair. Sophia has realized early on that she could use these things in ways her mother never would and suddenly was was receiving a higher education for it. Maggie, on the other hand, seemed wholly oblivious to her own appeal, which was just as well for Delilah. Maggie, she was sure, would be going somewhere like MIT...if she could just talk her into pursuing more extracurricular activities to try Nd get a scholarship.
Then came the fifth change. A lawyer found them. Delilah's father, the girls grandfather—and as far as they knew that was all he ever was to them and Delilah aimed for keep it that way—had died. He wasn't a rich man, but liquidating all of his assets was a nice windfall. Nicer still was the absolutely enormous life insurance policy he had purchased. How he'd managed it, or even why, Delilah couldn't have said. But they suddenly had money.
She moved them again, this time into a gated community with huge houses called Secret Pines. It was hands down one of the wealthiest neighborhoods in the city and while by contrast they were barely a monetary blip, Delilah's real estate connections enabled her to make it happen. Everyone was welcoming, her girls were happy, and the shadowy specter of fear, that her father would some day come for her, was laid to rest with him.
Everything was perfect, until the sixth change...
Delilah woke up with her head hurting, her mouth like cotton, and oddly sore. She had never pursued an intimate relationship with anyone since escaping her father, terrified of exposing the girls to any number of things or becoming pregnant again. And yet, she was naked. Completely naked, and had absolutely no idea where she was...
She groaned, brushed her dark golden locks over her shoulder, put a hand awkwardly over her DD's, and tried to take stock of her surroundings.
"What the hell happened?" she asked herself, groggily.
Visual Incestuous Sapphic Inspiration
Seeking a GM for...
Really Craving a GM who can bring their own ideas for the world, system, and plots to the table. I've been doing that myself and it's a ton of fun, but I'd really like to enjoy taking on a more traditional "player" roll. That said, I can't quite stop myself from coming up with things! Here are a few ideas to spark some creativity...
A
Perhaps something based on Sword Art Online or World of Warcraft? Trapped in a hyper-realistic videogame-come-virtual reality with some seriously psychotic and perverse monsters, villains, and even other players... (NOT into fandom, but happy to take inspiration from the setting/system)
B
Maybe a survivor type scenarios mixed with a dungeon crawl? MC washes ashore a tropical island naked and holding a sword, with no memory of who she is or why she's so good at killing...the island could have all kinds of fun challenges, both survival and adventure base, perhaps an old temple dedicated to a forgotten dark deity of perversion, other monsters, pirates. Maybe a few "normal" settlements trying to eke out a living.
C
Maybe we use an existing D&D setting? I've always thought it would be fun to do something in Eberron.
D
LitRPG/DnD/Isekai...an alternative in a world/setting/system that you're more comfortable playing in, where MC or MCs end up in another magical world, maybe with gaming elements...
E: A FAMILY OF ADVENTURERS
Basically a classic DnD adventuring group...except that it's all a family. A complicated, blended family. Perhaps lead by a pair of married women or set of sisters? They run afoul of a thieves guild, or big bad monster at the end of a dungeon, or some powerful sentient artefact that sends them on a quest and perhaps puts them under a gaes. Lots of opportunity for monster sex and magical mind control. Perhaps the family is tricked by some strong character and they all end up with magical chokers that enforce some kind of "Suggestion" spell and the only way to get them off is to complete a quest with said character through some seriously debauched dungeon?
Modern Day Mind Control
MC suddenly gains a mind control type power that she has to learn how to use. Comedy, taboo relationships, and much sex ensues.
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